Lost Neighbor (A Lyric)

 

With a few bottles of beers

Under the shades of lunar layers

Will you like to hear

The untold story

Of my lovely neighbor

That I love to remember

In my lonely leisure…

 

Sometimes I wonder

If she ever remembers

How I used to feel her

In those brutal winter morns,

If she ever remembers 

The way I felt her…

With the moaning dew drops

On the misty wheat corns;

 

And I keep wondering

Once in a full Moon

With the warmth of my pains

If she ever remembers

The way I felt her

In those grey summer rains…

 

With a few bottles of beers

Under the shades of lunar layers

Will you like to hear

The silent story

Of my lovely neighbor

That I love to remember

In my lonely leisure…

 

She was my cutest neighbor

In the far west corner

From my open balcony,

Under a white ginger lily.

As the lonely wanderer

Along our Little Run river

I kept taking my breather

Near her home close to the valley.

And I used to wait for hours

With my heart beating so harder

For a glimpse of her eyes.

In those tameless young days

 

And I loved to watch her

Taking lonely lunar showers,

With the music of the night

In the melting moon rays,

 

In those warm autumn days

I saw her gliding like the fays

In a blast of color beams

By the lake and the streams…

Though she might've never seen 

A boy fetching all the blues,

Kept squandering all his noons;

Kept drawing summer dreams...

 

With a few bottles of beers

Under the shades of lunar layers

Will you like to hear

The silent story

Of my lovely neighbor

That I love to remember

In my lonely leisure…

 

She left one day

With a million untold words

That I had to hide and cover

In my heart forever….

 

And she left

In a late autumn morn

Before I could greet the waking dawn…

With a million unborn dreams

That I had to hide and cover

In the wild green grass

With a few frozen layers…

 

With a few bottles of beers

Under the shades of lunar layers

Will you still wanna hear

The untold story

Of my Lovely neighbor

For whom I still wonder

If she ever remembers

The boy in love with her…

 

Will you still wanna hear

The unsung story

Of my Lovely neighbor

For whom I still wonder

If she ever remembers

The boy from Moonrevoir

Who was once in love with her…

 

© Atique R.